The Vessel of Hope.
The un-witting truth spoken. She lays on the tiniest edge, fragile like an egg in a basketed nest. A nest she is, what is inside still waits for full Bloom. The Vessel of Hope carries what is on the inside on its back. A burden some think. She thinks like no other. Born of unconditional love,she is. She sets her eyes to the future, the future, blistering ever bright. She's more concerned of her vessels than of her, a vessel.
She's more in love everytime they call her "Mother Nature".
The Vessel of Hope lives within her. Always granting good fortune she feeds and nourishes them. The mother of Vessels. The Vessel of Hope.